The main problem is none of my artwork looks nice in black and white. The only picture that looks half way decent is my Survival Mural piece and there is no way I'm submitting that.

I could send in some poetry though. I haven't written anything in quite a while, but these have always been two of my favorites:

So Much to Touch

I miss the roughness of your handsAgainst the softness of my skinAnd the sweet and salty tasteOf your passion on my lips

The way that just one lookCan pierce the darkest levels of my soulYou treat me like a beggarLeave me writhing on the floor

Make a map of trials across my bodyWith your fingernails and teethJust a little bit more pressureThe hurt brings me to my peak

You pull tight back on my hairWhen you are ready to receiveThe beast I have within meIs fed with your release

Your facial hair across my stomachSends shivers down my spineI wish I could consume youIn these moments you are mine

So press yourself against mePut some fire in my voidRemind me why I let youTreat me like a soiled toy

When You Know You Shouldn't

How did I let it get to this placeGentle whispers in my earI knew right away by the look on his faceThe tightening grip of fearI knew it was wrong, yet still let it happenFingertips caressing my thighI couldn't control the wave of passionI let out a yearning sighI want him so badly I burn deep insideGentle kisses on my neckHe demands every inch of my prideThe lustful scene is setI try to say no, but can’t seem to speakMy heart starts to poundI’m overwhelmed as we come to our peakMy clothes scattered on the groundAll my thoughts are blurry and slowOur passion has come to and endIn creeps regret and I know I must goI lay still in his bedThere’s a quick goodbye, not even a hugI find myself at the doorThis is getting old and I’m too tired to runI long for something moreAll feelings of lust undoneI’m hollow to the core

The problem, of course, is that I'm worried they're not good enough. I know it shouldn't be such a big deal, but I have a hard time sharing my poems. They're infinitely more personal than any art I make and I just worry about it. (I'm even more nervous than I was when I sent in a piece to an erotic zine here in Salt Lake. Go figure.) I think it's made worse by the fact that almost everyone has given poetry writing a try and yet only some are actually good at it.

I guess this is just one of those things where you hit the "send" button quickly and exhale loudly.

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